The Monster is Coming

Chapter 385 Breaking Records, the God of Magic Triumphs

Gazing at the starlight-filled night sky filled with terror, Minghou's fingertips pressed down gently.

The torrent of evil winds, infused with the characteristics of multiple life souls, surged instantly, transforming into a violent vortex.

Fine spatial cracks were torn open at the edges, and even the starry arena above was affected by the fierce wind, its light dimming slightly.

At this moment, facing the impending torrent of elements, Xinghuoye's confidence was completely crushed, replaced by endless bitterness.

In the previous exchange, it discovered that its opponent was extremely proficient in the use of elements.

However, its shortcomings are too obvious, and it lacks core elements.

If the battle continues, it will inevitably be countered by the "Spark Calculation" element it has mastered.

That's why it confidently declared in advance that it would win.

But as the Life Throat revealed its true power, it realized that the seemingly intense and back-and-forth magical duel was not an evenly matched contest at all.

It was merely prey in the eyes of its prey, its efforts and struggles admired.

But now, it has lost patience.

An indescribable sense of humiliation mixed with a feeling of powerlessness instantly overwhelmed Xinghuoye's consciousness.

Thinking back to his earlier declaration to ask the other party to leave their name, he now felt utterly ironic.

Ultimately, all the emotions turned into a strong sense of frustration.

The ghostly blue soul flame in Starfire Night's eyes pulsed violently, then suddenly roared towards Life Throat.

The roar carried a mix of emotions: shattered pride, anger, despair, and resentment.

Instantly, the runes on his pale face lit up one by one, and the mysterious runes surrounding his body exploded.

His body, like a burning hot iron, unleashed its last strength.

In dire straits, the starlight ignites and burns itself out.

The surging spiritual power and spark elements transformed into the purest destructive energy, gushing wildly from its body.

They converged into a condensed, eerie blue pillar of light, fiercely confronting the sweeping torrent of rules and evil winds.

This is its last stand.

Even in defeat, we must face our powerful enemies in the most magnificent way.

But at this moment, Minghou paid no attention to Xinghuoye's various emotional changes, nor did it ever think of trying to understand its inner struggle.

In a world of monsters, every race has its own story.

Weakness is the original sin.

Faced with the final blow of Starfire Night burning itself out, the torrent of rules and evil winds swept and poured down under the guidance of Life Throat's consciousness.

laugh!
The moment the eerie blue beam of light collided with the torrent of malevolent winds, it was like a scorching iron bar piercing an icy, bone-chilling glacier.

The surging energy contained within the beam of light did not slow down the speed of the raging torrent in the slightest.

It was rapidly decomposed and erased under the crushing force of multiple rules and characteristics at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ultimately, the blue beam of light shattered into primordial energy particles that scattered.

Xinghuoye watched helplessly as his final burst of energy vanished without a trace, like snowflakes in a high-temperature environment.

The resentment and shock in its eyes eventually turned into utter despair.

The next second, a fierce torrent engulfed it.

Under the onslaught of the multi-faceted, malevolent winds, Starfire Night roared once more, its body subsequently ignited by inky flames.

It could clearly sense that its body was being rapidly disintegrated by this complex force of rules.

Muscles were paralyzed by thunder, blood was frozen by ice mist, bones were scorched by ink flames, and the soul was constantly eroded by the dissolving properties.

Just then, the fierce wind and torrent suddenly contracted, completely enveloping its body.

The next second, accompanied by a faint cracking sound, Xinghuoye's figure was shredded into countless tiny points of light in the raging wind. Even the Soul Flame was not spared and was completely annihilated by the properties of the Ink Flame.

Body, robes, and consciousness all vanished into nothingness in an instant, completely disappearing beneath the starry arena.

As the fierce winds and torrents slowly dissipated, only the throat remained suspended in mid-air on the arena.

Her silver hair danced wildly in the aftershocks, and the stars reflected in her eyes gradually faded away.

He stared at the spot where Xinghuoye had disappeared, his expression calm and composed, before slowly raising his head to look up at the arena.

A token representing 13 wins appeared.

At that moment, a slight smile appeared on Minghou's lips.

The live stream chat exploded with excitement.

The popularity instantly broke historical records, and the barrage of comments flooded the screen like a tsunami.

Countless players shouted and cheered excitedly in front of their screens, some even trembling with excitement.

"Holy crap! A new record of 13 wins has been set! The Phase Killer's record of 12 wins has been broken! Whoever commented that they should try it in the Arena, come out here and prove them wrong! I'll slap your face until it's ripped off! Come out here and say something!"

"Brothers, I was really moved to tears. I actually quite like the arena gameplay, but the general consensus on the forum is that melee is the most suitable class for competitive gameplay in the limited arena environment. Magic classes don't have the strength to absolutely crush the opponent and can only get beaten up. Brother Nimingzhihou really gave us magic players a lot of credit. Congratulations on winning the title of the version's 1v1 King. Please accept this small reward (reward: 100 Sacrifice Power)."

"It's certain that today's headlines will be dominated by 13 wins. After all, every move of the Monster World is a focus of attention. The new arena record will definitely be on the headlines. I enjoyed watching it. The immersion is too strong. (Reward: 1 point of sacrificial power)."

"A historic moment, already captured in screenshots. Nilong is absolutely the light of magic in the current version. The combat skills lessons I taught you before, a bunch of idiots doubted this and that, now come out and say something. Isn't the 13-win record impressive enough? If you don't believe me, go and try it yourself."

"The whole thing was recorded. Our mages need to watch it repeatedly and learn from it. I don't expect you to be that good, but at least show some promise. Don't think that magic users only have the Life Loss ability. You need to learn some elemental manipulation so you can have some unexpected effects in actual combat."

……

This is destined to be a legendary moment etched in the annals of players' growth.

With an absolute advantage, Life Throat achieved a milestone record.

This also proved him to be the strongest "one-on-one king" in the eyes of the players.

You can praise it however you want on the forum, but the undisputed title of strongest in one-on-one combat belongs only to the record holder in the arena.

The forum is full of trolls who constantly say things like, "If you're so good, then you do it."

The Ancient Gods Arena is the stage to prove oneself.

As long as we get good results, we can shut up all the trolls.

Prior to this, Phase Kill had dominated the Ancient Gods Arena record for 1 year and 4 months.

With an absolute advantage, he is hailed as the "King of Sports" by the sports enthusiast community.

Before Minghou started the challenge, everyone thought he was just trying to prove himself, but no one expected that he would achieve a historic breakthrough.

now.

The old throne has crumbled, and a new legend is crowned!

Amidst the deafening cheers in the live stream room, the most excited group was the massive number of magic-based players.

They witnessed the entire process, and the shock they felt was far stronger than that of players from other professions.

Life Throat's fighting style shattered their preconceived notions.

Prior to this, almost all magic-based players held the following consensus:

The mage is the team's damage-dealing turret, the core of the team that hides behind a solid defensive line and delivers devastating long-range damage.

It is also the strongest output representative among all the major styles.

They have a clear understanding of their role: they are the team's external damage-making machine.

Survival is in the hands of the tanks.

Control, amplification, healing... all the miscellaneous tasks are left to the support.

As for melee combat, that's the domain of melee players and an absolute no-go zone for magic-based players.

Sending a French unit to charge is an absolute tactical failure; only a brain-dead commander would do something like that.

Maintaining distance is the survival logic for all players in combat.

This has led to the emergence of many magic-based players who adopt the "glass cannon" approach, believing that they will definitely not engage in melee combat, so they might as well put all their attribute points into spirit.

Once the battle reached the melee phase, the fight was already lost.

Even if they die, they won't have to take the blame.

But the appearance of the Life Throat, through the thirteen victories in the Battle of Ascension to Godhood, showed them a completely different and broader path.

Only then did I realize that the French system should not be limited to the single label of "export".

With the ability to project mental energy outward, the boundaries of the magic system's positioning are infinitely expanded.

They can be the hardest shields; with a thought, their immense spiritual power can draw upon the heavy earth elements in the air and on the ground to quickly construct an indestructible crystalline barrier in front of them, or they can draw upon water elements to form a circulating fluid protective membrane to absorb and disperse external impacts.

It can also be the fastest movement, besides running and rolling, as long as one is as proficient in spatial elements as Minghou and learns to control them.

This allows for the reduction of distances to mere inches.

Or they could transform their mental energy into howling winds, levitating their bodies to move at high speeds through the air.

It can also be the most agile control; telekinesis can become an invisible giant hand projected outward by magic-based players, applying control effects such as entanglement and imprisonment to targets, interfering with their movement efficiency.

Furthermore, LifeThroat has proven in practice that melee combat in magic-based systems is equally lethal.

Elements that can be freely transformed, possessing both offensive and defensive capabilities.

This means they can be the hardest shields, the fastest movements, the most agile controls, and even melee killers.

With a series of undisputed victories, Minghou declared to all magic-based players that the true role of magic-based classes is not simply backline damage output, but rather an all-around role that controls the entire situation, acts at will, and is omnipotent.

At this moment, the flame that had been suppressed by fixed mindsets in the hearts of countless magic-based players was ignited.

They seemed to see the infinite possibilities of their own school of thought's future.

The ultimate form of the magic system was fully demonstrated to all players in the actual combat of Life Throat.

If the champion fighter is the goal that melee players aspire to achieve, then...

At this moment, Lifethroat is how magic-based players see themselves in the future.

This sentiment has even affected many lone wolf players.

They once thought that melee Star Pulse was the preferred combination for the Lone Wolf playstyle.

But at the Throat of Fate, they saw the potential of the magic-based star veins.

A versatile career path is the best choice for solo players.

Many creative ideas were quietly sparked by this battle at the throat.

However, Minghou did not check the heated discussions in the live broadcast room at this time.

In his eyes, the journey of climbing the competitive ladder is not yet over.

According to early records, the Death Arena he is currently in is the weakest of the three arenas built by the ancient gods.

The three arenas are positioned as follows:

The Death Arena: 1-15 wins.

Glory Arena with 16-25 wins.

The Champions Arena with 26-30 wins.

The intensity of the three arenas has also increased exponentially.

The Ancient Gods have multiple areas in the Monster World where they capture warriors. Many champion warriors, and even slaves, who are loyal to the Ancient Gods are responsible for both capturing warriors and maintaining order in the arena for the Ancient Gods.

All captured creatures will be sent to the tiered spaces of the Death Arena to climb the competitive ladder from scratch.

Therefore, the Death Arena is just a beginner's arena, far from the end.

Although his player physique strength was insufficient to achieve 30 wins and clear all three arenas, he still managed to do so.

However, it's worth a try to clear the Death Arena with 15 wins.

Next, he plans to launch a 14-win challenge.

Back in the preparation room, Lifethirst collected the reward for 13 wins.

A prize worth 23 sacrificial energy. He then sat cross-legged in the center of the room, his eyes slightly closed.

With each breath, the body draws invisible golden particles from the air into its body.

Then, guided meditation was used to help accelerate the recovery of the Qi-absorbing properties.

The Ancient God Arena is situated atop a domain node, where the air is already rich in energy particles.

With the dual restoration effect, wisps of golden mist swirled within his body, rapidly replenishing his depleted mental energy.

Even he wasn't entirely confident about the next two battles.

The Arena of the Ancients has a brutal feature.

At the beginning of the climb, luck, or rather randomness, played a significant role.

All captured fighters, regardless of their strength, must start from the "Giant Serpent Arena," the path to a single victory.

This means that participating fighters could very well be matched with a much stronger opponent than their current rank, even with a very low number of wins.

This is a complete disaster from the start.

For challengers of average skill, this is devastating; their journey may end before it even begins.

However, as the number of wins accumulates, the influence of luck diminishes dramatically.

Those who can achieve more than 10 wins have all gone through layers of selection.

The weaklings in the pool have long been eliminated, and what remains are all strong individuals with rich combat experience.

At this stage, the matching mechanism becomes pure.

Although the opponents are still very different in style, it is impossible to predict what kind of fighting style they will be good at.

However, the extreme cases of encountering a novice or a strong opponent are almost impossible to occur.

The higher the number of wins, the lower the luck bonus.

The 13-win Night of Starfire is already a tough opponent, and the 14-win and 15-win opponents will undoubtedly be top-tier warriors who have emerged from the brutal competition without any compromise.

Once his mental energy was replenished, Minghou opened his eyes.

"Barbarian, I want to start the 14-win challenge." He calmly spoke to the empty space above his head.

Barbarian Slaves are slave units in the Ancient God Arena, but their combat strength is generally above Hunting Level 130, and each one has a combat strength of more than 12 wins.

It is clear that in the eyes of the ancient gods, warriors at the Death Arena level and slaves are essentially no different.

Only the fighters in the Arena of Glory or the Arena of Champions will be truly valued.

Before long, the barbarian's voice echoed in his mind:
"as you wish."

The feeling of weightlessness returned, and the surrounding space twisted and changed violently.

Once everything stabilized, Minghou found himself in a completely new environment.

This is a circular arena.

Beneath their feet lay dark red sand, saturated with blood, and dust filled the air. All around them were towering, weathered stone stands, empty except for countless grotesque ancient sculptures that stood silently, their eyes looking down at the center of the arena.

This is the 14-win arena: the Arena of the Old Gods.

His opponent appeared a hundred meters away at the same time he appeared.

This is a small giant nearly three meters tall, covered in thick, dark gold armor, with grotesque arm blades extending from his joints.

His two clenched fists were as heavy as two battering rams.

Beneath the helmet, two crimson beams of light locked onto his throat, while a surge of powerful blood energy and a brutal killing intent emanated from his body.

This is the oppressive feeling brought about by pure physical strength.

Minghou is certain that this is a melee killing machine whose physical body has been honed to the extreme.

When the suspended token disappears.

The moment the battle began, the giant let out a deafening roar.

The dark red sand suddenly exploded beneath his feet.

He was like a dark golden cannonball fired from a gun, bursting out with pure physical force at a terrifying speed that was almost like teleportation, and rushed straight toward his throat.

The gusts of wind generated by the charge tore through the air, emitting a shrill, ghostly wail.

But Minghou's eyes remained indifferent.

This time it seems like I'm in luck. The analysis shows that the opponent's name is "Nuru" and the hunting level is only 142.

It's not as good as Starlight Night.

Just before the dark golden figure was about to collide with him, Minghou raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pressed them lightly into the space in front of him.

Buzz~!

Invisible ripples spread forward.

The spatial density along the path of the Nulu charge suddenly increased by dozens of times.

As if it had crashed into an incredibly viscous gel, Nuru's terrifying charging speed decreased visibly.

The berserk power was constantly being depleted during this period, making each step extremely difficult. The dark gold armor rubbed against the spatial force field, sparking dazzling sparks.

This was a move that Lifethirst used to really like, which he called: Heavy Slam.

Essentially, it is a spatial confinement technique.

The restricted Nuru roared in anger, his eyes blazing with blood-red light, his muscles bulging, and he stubbornly pushed forward step by step against the immense spatial pressure, displaying terrifying power.

But a follow-up attack to his throat had already been launched.

He gracefully waved his left hand forward, as if brushing away the dust in front of him.

The scorching air in the arena was instantly sucked away, condensing into countless thin, incredibly sharp wind blades.

Guided by the consciousness of the Throat, the wind blade seemed to come alive, precisely bypassing the heavy armor at extremely tricky angles, and cutting towards the giant's joints, armor gaps, and vulnerable areas such as the eyes.

puff!puff!puff!
After a series of muffled thuds, Nuru's advance slowed down abruptly, and green liquid dripped from the hit sites.

"Roar!"

The charging enemy, now blocked, roared once more.

Minghou clasped his hands together and slowly pulled them apart.

A five-colored spear, entirely composed of the characteristics of life essence, took shape in his hand, and the space around the spear shaft was slightly distorted.

He made a standard throwing motion.

go with!
The multicolored spear shot out silently.

At this moment, Nulu was restricted in his movements by the spatial pressure and the fierce wind, and could only watch helplessly as the five-colored spear attacked.

He roared and crossed his fists in front of him, his armor radiating a thick, dark gold light as he tried to withstand the attack.

boom! ! ! !

The multicolored spear exploded instantly, and the withering spell spread from the forearm of Nururu that had been hit.

Click!

A cracking sound rang out, and the toughest arm armor was the first to give way, breaking open with fine cracks.

The cracks then quickly spread to his torso and eventually his entire body.

Its bones, internal organs, and muscles are all resonating violently.

His defensive stance was instantly broken, and Nuru fell into a dazed and paralyzed state, even the blood-red light in his eyes became blurred.

At the 13th victory, Xinghuoye was struck by a fusion of life soul characteristics and instantly vaporized, leaving not even a trace behind.

But Nulu withstood the attack thanks to his powerful physique.

He seemed a little dazed.

This is also a characteristic of physical warriors; their strong physique and recovery ability give them a higher margin for error in combat.

Lifeline gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Taking advantage of Nu Lu's stiff body, Ming Hou's spiritual power surged out of his body and danced wildly.

The dark red sand beneath Nuru's feet suddenly liquefied and collapsed, forming a huge quicksand vortex that instantly swallowed half of his body.

At the same time, high in the sky.

A five-colored beam of light, condensing all the life-soul characteristics of the Life Throat Star Vein and infused with the element of "Fiendish Yang," was generated out of thin air.

After a brief build-up, it fell like divine punishment, instantly piercing through the dazed and confused chest of Nu Lu.

The struggling growl of the Angry Man stopped abruptly, and the bloodlust in his eyes completely died out.

Its massive body sank helplessly into the quicksand and quickly disappeared, leaving only a sand pit that slowly leveled out.

The battle is over.

Minghou slowly lowered his hand, smiled, brushed his spotless silver robe, and then gave a thumbs up to the location of the guiding water sphere.

Elegant and calm.

Fourteen wins, acquired.

Seeing this, the magic-based players in the live stream went wild once again.

The magic-based faction is the largest player group since the launch of Monster World.

Despite its high damage output, it has the worst "employment rate" among all Star Pulse builds.

Because of their sheer number, there is no shortage of magic-based damage dealers in the team-up market.

To team up with a tank player, you have to promise various benefits in advance, and the other teammates have to share the cost of potions.

However, when forming a legal system, they even provided a case where one could only obtain benefits through a discount.

Then, this portion of the profits is used to supplement the damage-absorbing, melee, and support classes.

At this moment, all the magic-based players felt triumphant and proud.

Various calls for "melee combat" echoed throughout the live stream.

The pent-up frustration, having been building up for so long, finally found a suitable outlet, unleashing a torrent of comments:

"See that, you melee brutes? Times have changed!"

"Who says we mages are afraid of close combat? This silver-haired master will teach you a lesson. Everyone should watch and worship him repeatedly."

"Elegance, timeless, that's the romance of the French style, so cool."

"Hey melee bros, come out here! The melee big guys who are supposed to be stronger than you were used as punching bags by our mage god the whole time. Did they even get a scratch? Do you still dare to call yourselves the strongest in melee? Come out and talk!"

……

After the battle ended, the calmest person was Minghou.

On the contrary, the magic-based players in the live stream experienced a thrilling and exhilarating feeling, which made them so excited that they got goosebumps all over.

In their eyes, this was not just a victory for Minghou alone.

It also serves as a vindication for all magic-based players.

It's not that the magic system is weak, it's just that they were too bad before.

But one day, they too will become powerful magic gods like the "Throat of Rebellion".

At the same time, all players began to look forward to 15 wins.

If we can win this battle.

This means that the Death Arena will be broken through, and finally a player has advanced to the second stage of the arena: the Glory Arena.

This will be a glorious milestone worthy of being recorded in the history of gamers.

Even ten or a hundred years later, when later players revisit the magnificent history of the faction's development, they will surely look back at this moment and witness the legendary moment of "Throat of Destiny" once again.

　Here are 6200 words~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)